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“
‘
I
think
I
will
write
you
a
letter
to
tell
you
how
much
I
love
you
.
I
love
you
with
my
whole
heart
and
soul
and
mind
.
.
.
with
all
there
is
of
me
to
love
.
.
.
and
I
want
to
serve
you
for
ever
.
It
would
be
my
highest
privilege
.
That
is
why
I
try
so
hard
to
be
good
in
school
and
learn
my
lessuns
.
“
‘
You
are
so
beautiful
,
my
teacher
.
Your
voice
is
like
music
and
your
eyes
are
like
pansies
when
the
dew
is
on
them
.
You
are
like
a
tall
stately
queen
.
Your
hair
is
like
rippling
gold
.
Anthony
Pye
says
it
is
red
,
but
you
needn
’
t
pay
any
attention
to
Anthony
.
“
‘
I
have
only
known
you
for
a
few
months
but
I
cannot
realize
that
there
was
ever
a
time
when
I
did
not
know
you
.
.
.
when
you
had
not
come
into
my
life
to
bless
and
hallow
it
.
I
will
always
look
back
to
this
year
as
the
most
wonderful
in
my
life
because
it
brought
you
to
me
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
the
year
we
moved
to
Avonlea
from
Newbridge
.
My
love
for
you
has
made
my
life
very
rich
and
it
has
kept
me
from
much
of
harm
and
evil
.
I
owe
this
all
to
you
,
my
sweetest
teacher
.
“
‘
I
shall
never
forget
how
sweet
you
looked
the
last
time
I
saw
you
in
that
black
dress
with
flowers
in
your
hair
.
I
shall
see
you
like
that
for
ever
,
even
when
we
are
both
old
and
gray
.
You
will
always
be
young
and
fair
to
me
,
dearest
teacher
.
I
am
thinking
of
you
all
the
time
.
.
.
in
the
morning
and
at
the
noontide
and
at
the
twilight
.
I
love
you
when
you
laugh
and
when
you
sigh
.
.
.
even
when
you
look
disdainful
.
I
never
saw
you
look
cross
though
Anthony
Pye
says
you
always
look
so
but
I
don
’
t
wonder
you
look
cross
at
him
for
he
deserves
it
.
I
love
you
in
every
dress
.
.
.
you
seem
more
adorable
in
each
new
dress
than
the
last
.
“
‘
Dearest
teacher
,
good
night
.
The
sun
has
set
and
the
stars
are
shining
.
.
.
stars
that
are
as
bright
and
beautiful
as
your
eyes
.
I
kiss
your
hands
and
face
,
my
sweet
.
May
God
watch
over
you
and
protect
you
from
all
harm
.
“
‘
Your
afecksionate
pupil
,
“
‘
Annetta
Bell
.
’
”
“
This
extraordinary
letter
puzzled
me
not
a
little
.
I
knew
Annetta
couldn
’
t
have
composed
it
any
more
than
she
could
fly
.
When
I
went
to
school
the
next
day
I
took
her
for
a
walk
down
to
the
brook
at
recess
and
asked
her
to
tell
me
the
truth
about
the
letter
.
Annetta
cried
and
‘
fessed
up
freely
.
She
said
she
had
never
written
a
letter
and
she
didn
’
t
know
how
to
,
or
what
to
say
,
but
there
was
bundle
of
love
letters
in
her
mother
’
s
top
bureau
drawer
which
had
been
written
to
her
by
an
old
‘
beau
.
’
“
‘
It
wasn
’
t
father
,
’
sobbed
Annetta
,
‘
it
was
someone
who
was
studying
for
a
minister
,
and
so
he
could
write
lovely
letters
,
but
ma
didn
’
t
marry
him
after
all
.
She
said
she
couldn
’
t
make
out
what
he
was
driving
at
half
the
time
.
But
I
thought
the
letters
were
sweet
and
that
I
’
d
just
copy
things
out
of
them
here
and
there
to
write
you
.
I
put
“
teacher
”
where
he
put
“
lady
”
and
I
put
in
something
of
my
own
when
I
could
think
of
it
and
I
changed
some
words
.
I
put
“
dress
”
in
place
of
“
mood
.
”
I
didn
’
t
know
just
what
a
“
mood
”
was
but
I
s
’
posed
it
was
something
to
wear
.
